Stolen, but hilarious:
What do smoking a cigarette and eating pussy have in common?
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The taste gets stronger the closer you get to the butt! :3

I have wanked and cum over both my step daughters as they slept, attached is a pic of the older one. Yesterday I caught this one leaning out of her bedroom window smoking, she was only wearing a night shirt and a thong. I walked in and had a perfect view of her arse with the thong between her cheeks. She panicked when she realised she had been caught with a cigarette, then I realised it was weed and she was a bit high, I grabbed hold of her trying to get the smoke from her hand, after a bit of a struggle I got it from her, it was then that I realised I had my hand on her tit, I pulled my hand away as quick as possible but then she started saying that if I told her mother about the weed she would say that I had abused her, she said she knows that I come into her room and watch her when she is sleeping. I had had a drink or two so I thought fuck it, if she hadnt told her mother about me going into her bedroom she wasnt going to, I told her she could keep her weed and I wouldnt say anything to her mother if she gave me the thong she was wearing, she just took it off and gave it to me, lovely and warm and smelling of her sweet young pussy.
Very soon I am going to fuck the little slut.

Any pics of ladies smoking cigarettes I have a smoking fetish share pics so I can explode every where 

Confession- I love making my sissy do humiliating, most degrading uncomfortable and sometimes painful tasks to earn a dirty masturbation session and cum. I love stuffing sissy’s faggot ass with my cigarette butts that I save all week, most times between 5-10 half smoked butts are stuffed in sissy’s ass then I diaper him and I place another large handful  in his ass crack for pain when he sits. Lastly the rest of my saved butts are poured down the front of his diaper surrounding his little cock. The menthol from my cigarettes burn his tender cock and gaping ass. Now it’s off to bed for sissy until morning when I’m ready to finalize his 12+ hour torture sissy pees and poops his diaper all night as it mixes with my ashtray waste. I’ll let sissy play with his dirty little cock as I ash in his mouth, burn his little dick with my cigarette and verbally humiliate him into begging for more. I make him lick my ashtray and chew the handful of butts I shove in his mouth. I may shit on him just for good measure. I’m glad I can share my kinks here with you all. 

Would really like to see some ladies smoking cigarettes this morning to blow my load to I have a smoking fetish share some pics here so I can get off

I have a smoking fetish would love to see some ladies smoking cigarettes if u have any share here

I confess... I have given up on finding a person that isnt a complete fabrication and image, or a guy pretending. I confess I am not a freak I just love a broken woman who is damaged and smokes cigarettes. I confess I dont know where to find them where i would be seen as a person of interest and not a skeevy guy. I confess I am broken and I can never speak to a normal woman properly. I confess I am flawed and I confess I will die alone.

Confession of outdoor scat!

I fingered the shit out of my wife’s ass this morning out on the patio as she smoked her morning cigarette leaning on the rail. Literally finger fucked the shit out of her! She let her ass go and filled my hand with her shit she reached back and grabbed a handful, spread it from my nose down to my dick. Pushed me down on my knees, pushed my face in her ass as she released more and pissed all over me. I stroked hard and shot a nice load as she pulled my head into her pussy and pushed her ass back onto my hand to feel my fingers rub the back side of her clit thru her back door. 

She said it was the horniest she’s gotten in a long time! She’s not one to get messy like that but the exhibition aspect of being dirty at 5:30 am outside where she might be seen drove her insane. 

Anyone ever done some real dirty sex stuff where they could be caught and got so excited and got off real good. Let’s hear about it! 

looking for a specific and really awesome teen dance video I saw on here
the characteristic aspect of the video: there was an older woman smoking a cigarette in the back and watching
setting looked like a kitchen, girl was brunette and wore jeans shorts or skirt

anyone got this one?

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

I confess that last weekend my girlfriend and I went to our favorite Mexican restaurant. When our meal was over, we both decided to use the rest room to piss before heading home (thanks jumbo margarita). I finished and waited on her to exit the ladie's room. When she finally came out, I grabbed her and led her to the coat rack room between the two restrooms and pulled out my cock. She was shocked but got on her knees and started blowing me right there in the restaurant.

After she got me rock hard, we left and as soon as we got in the car, my cock was out and she was blowing me again. She was so wet and horny I backed our car into a more secluded spot and she climbed on top of me and we fucked right there in the parking lot. A guy from the nearby hotel was outside smoking a cigarette and saw the whole show.

She was so turned on and so was I. We left and started the half hour trip home with me finger fucking her in the passenger seat the entire way home. She'd never been so wet and though we were both drunk, I'm pretty sure she squirted all over her car. When we got home, she blew me some more in the driveway before we gathered up our things and went inside. Once leftovers were in the fridge we were fucking again.

Can't wait to do it again. She still says she can't believe she blew me in the restaurant. Maybe next time we'll fuck, too.